Big Tent Revival...not quite

Isn't it every Christian woman's dream to raise her sons into the ministry?  Doctors and lawyers are nice, but ideally, if the future were paved with the dust of my dreams, J. and C. would choose ministry, even if it paid nothing and took them to far-off corners of the planet.  There is no greater "job."  But, before we get to that point, C. needs to not be so excited shouting about Jesus that he forgets the words to "I'm gonna sing, sing, sing" altogether and just starts shoutin'.  That might work if we were Pentacostal.  But we're not.

And at some point, J. will need to learn how to pronounce Nebuchadnezzar.  But, I write, and I had to look up how to spell that word, so maybe it isn't really all that necessary afterall!  He's our shy one, as you can tell from the first video when he covered his face as not to be recorded correctly singing, "I'm gonna sing, sing, sing," so you might need to turn up your sound.  May everyone use the gifts God gave them to make the world a more joyful place. Blessings,